A Blog Dedicated to Parental Angst and Other Tales of Woe. From The Last of a Dying Breed - a Proud City Dweller Who Has Kids.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Random Thoughts

OMG I'm in such a fog right now. I got like 2 hours of sleep last night, and I just woke up so I can get my little one off to baseball camp. I don't know why I couldn't sleep other then I took this diuretic because I am soooo bloated with premenstral water retention. What are those things - straight caffeine? Anyway, I have never taken one of these but I had to because every time I took off my bra I would almost cry in pain and I was feeling so fat I was practically in tears. Well this should lend nicely to my irritability.

Summer has been going, well... OK. Lot's of fighting at the start but things have settled down a bit. But, I think I have figured out the key to life: keep the kids busy and keep the kids separated. The less time they spend together the less they will get on each other's nerves, especially when there is too much ideal time.

OK, here's the big news. My 'soon-to-be-11-yr. old' is having a slumber party tonight. I am petrified. I don't know why I approved this. He's got 5 or 6 friends coming over, and we're going to just shove them in the basement with lots of pizza, popcorn, X-Box and movies, and let them fend for themselves. But several of his friends are a bit wild and strange. Like the type of kid you would see dressed in a Aragorn costume at the opening of Lord of the Rings. Once one of his friends brought to a play date a half a dozen light sabers and they battled with them all afternoon. I actually think it's pretty cute, but only for a few hours. For all night and into the next morning feels a bit overwhelming.

Well, I should have much to write about come tomorrow. I hope I can find the time. Wish me luck.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

ew....very ew....slumber parties. I also banned them but have had weak moments. I think kids act OK (calmer) when they know they are in it for the night. I do the swoop and scan. Go down the basement for dirty dishes off and on and let them know they are being watched. (Now I do that w/ teenagers...but for different reasons!!!) At some point ya gotta be the bad guy and make them go to bed....before it gets cranky. It's the next day that stinks.....think of it.....it's like an eleven year old with a hangover. Wishing you peace.

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